Shit Stories: Part Number Two
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Once again, we want to hear your stories of shit, poo and number twos. Go on - be filthier than last time.
( , Thu 27 Mar 2008, 14:57)
As a regular service to our readers, we've been re-opening old questions.
Once again, we want to hear your stories of shit, poo and number twos. Go on - be filthier than last time.
( , Thu 27 Mar 2008, 14:57)
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Canada vs. Greece
A few years ago, we went to Canada to visit my uncle who, surprisingly, lives there. When out in the national parks of Alberta, I thought I had seen the worse public toilets I ever would (as, reading these answers, I don't plan on going to Asia). They were exactly like the ones in old western films: a wooden shack, with a bench, a hole and if you were really, really lucky, a toilet seat. One of the worst mistakes of my life was to accidentally look straight down an almost full one
I didn't think I'd see a worse one.
Then I went to Greece.
Now, I love Greece: the people, the country, the food and the history - everything. But the toilets on the some of the beaches are horrendous: a thing sort of like a small shower base set into the floor, with grooves for your feet and a hole in between. That's it. And most likely it'll be a lovely brown colour from people's poor aiming.
The first time we went to Greece, my sister was about 6, so when she had to go, she had to go NOW. She decided this on a beach.
"Are you sure?" my mum asked "It won't be very nice." She was positive, she HAD to go, and it wasn't the kind of thing she could just do casually in the sea.
So my mum took her up to dirt track to the public toilet, and as they opened the door, the first thing to hit them was the awful stench. The second thing to hit them was the sight that I described above.
Immediately, my sister stopped hopping about in desperation, stood very calmly and said: "I don't need to go any more."
And she didn't. The urge was completely and utterly gone. The fear of having to use one of those things hadn't scared the crap out of her, it had scared it back in!
( , Sun 30 Mar 2008, 16:39, 3 replies)
A few years ago, we went to Canada to visit my uncle who, surprisingly, lives there. When out in the national parks of Alberta, I thought I had seen the worse public toilets I ever would (as, reading these answers, I don't plan on going to Asia). They were exactly like the ones in old western films: a wooden shack, with a bench, a hole and if you were really, really lucky, a toilet seat. One of the worst mistakes of my life was to accidentally look straight down an almost full one
I didn't think I'd see a worse one.
Then I went to Greece.
Now, I love Greece: the people, the country, the food and the history - everything. But the toilets on the some of the beaches are horrendous: a thing sort of like a small shower base set into the floor, with grooves for your feet and a hole in between. That's it. And most likely it'll be a lovely brown colour from people's poor aiming.
The first time we went to Greece, my sister was about 6, so when she had to go, she had to go NOW. She decided this on a beach.
"Are you sure?" my mum asked "It won't be very nice." She was positive, she HAD to go, and it wasn't the kind of thing she could just do casually in the sea.
So my mum took her up to dirt track to the public toilet, and as they opened the door, the first thing to hit them was the awful stench. The second thing to hit them was the sight that I described above.
Immediately, my sister stopped hopping about in desperation, stood very calmly and said: "I don't need to go any more."
And she didn't. The urge was completely and utterly gone. The fear of having to use one of those things hadn't scared the crap out of her, it had scared it back in!
( , Sun 30 Mar 2008, 16:39, 3 replies)
Thank you
for that. It did make me laugh despite the fact I didn't want to.
( , Sun 30 Mar 2008, 16:57, closed)
for that. It did make me laugh despite the fact I didn't want to.
( , Sun 30 Mar 2008, 16:57, closed)
I know, I feel a bit ashamed TBH
Have a click by way of apology. ;)
( , Sun 30 Mar 2008, 17:07, closed)
Have a click by way of apology. ;)
( , Sun 30 Mar 2008, 17:07, closed)
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